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Growing Up

22 Dec

My friends are buying houses.  They have guest rooms and potpourri (sp?).  They have duvet covers and dogs and and all sorts of French sounding things.

I live in an apartment.  One-bedroom.  If you missed it, you can see it here.  I don’t have decorations (not for Christmas, or really any time) and it honest to God feels really weird that my mom and my brother are coming today to shop and then spend the night with me.  I mean, I have a couch and stuff, and extra places for people to sleep, but I don’t have a potpourri guest room with a duvet and sound machine with a “Streets of Paris” file.

I want all that.  I want a big farm house with tons of bedrooms and hardwood floors.

Dangit.

 

That’s all.

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Posted by on December 22, 2010 in Daily Happenings

 

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2 responses to “Growing Up

  1. Rachael

    December 22, 2010 at 12:54 pm

    Two years ago I lived in a one bedroom apartment that Matt and I called “The Box”, just to give you an idea on size. One year ago I was crashing on someone else’s spare bed. This year I have my own HOUSE. With a yard. And a garage. Oh, and a basement. One day you just wake up and have these things, literally. You can’t plan growing up, nor should you. If you try to fight it, it always wins and ends up making faces at you and saying “I told you so.”

     
  2. Erin Seabolt Bond

    December 22, 2010 at 7:05 pm

    One of the most exciting days in the last few years was when we got our first house. We were beyond excited. Now, after five years of ceiling leaks, mowing the grass in the heat of summer, broken water heaters, broken AC units, walls that need repainting, etc…well, let’s just say we often miss our apartment days. Hey, I know, let’s switch! 🙂

     

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